The Hidden Organization

Chapter 3 The talk

We both got to go home early after the tour.

I entered the front door, and yelled

"Mom! I'm home!"

"Why so early? It's only three, you usually come home at seven." She wondered.

"Oh, it's early release day." I responded.

"Well, okay." She replied.

***

I walked out of the bus, and met Jordan in the front office.

"Hey!" I greeted.

"Hey." He replied.

Today he had dark, purple under eye circles, he looks like he hasn't had a wink of shut eye.

"Did you sleep last night?" I blurted.

"No, why'd you ask?"

"You looked like you didn't get any sleep."

"Hey Newbie!" A voice from behind us shouted angrily.

"Yeah, you! The one with the black beanie!" The voice continued.

Jordan turned around and barked "What do you want?"

"Black wants you and Lana to do something for him."

We also call my boss Black, because his last name is Black.

"Let's go Jordan." I started to walk toward Black's office, when I hear him mutter "I've been working here longer than him, and he gets a mission on his second day. What a pet."

We finally arrive at Black's office five minutes later.

"I cannot believe you got lost on the way here." He stated.

"In my defense, I haven't been here in a long time." I countered.

"Whatever." He retorted.

I knocked on the door three times.

"Come in." A voice said from inside.

I opened the door to see a man in his early fifties. His head was full of grey hair, and his hard, cold, blue eyes staring at the both of us. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt saying "THE SECRET OF SUCCESS IS TO KNOW SOMETHING NOBODY ELSE KNOWS" underneath. He was sitting at a wooden red oak desk. We both sat in the two black leather chairs that was in front of the desk. The office was painted a Dunmore Cream colour. On the walls, were maps, cool sayings, band posters and a plaque which read "Mr. Black". There was different colour globes all around the room, and a wooden red oak bookshelf behind him, with no books in it.

"Did Ginger give you the message?" Black asked.

"Who's Ginger?" I wondered.

"The guy with the ginger hair." Black answered.

"Oh! Yeah, he did. So why are we here?" I questioned.

"I have a mission for both of you."

"Really? Yes!" Jordan chimed in.

"So glad you're excited. You see, I just had a call saying that there was a person that had just been killed, a couple of minutes ago. I'm going to need you to find out who killed her and why. We already found the body, to make this easier on you guys." Black informed.

"Wait, why don't you guys just call the cops?" Jordan inquired.

"The who?"

He sighed. "The Police."